" I just got in during the last tryouts." Oh. Sherry told me that a junior made it."Jackie shook her head. "Yeah. I got a nine. Did you know that Sher...y got a perfect score?"I nodded. "Yeah. Sherry was so proud she was bursting when she found out."Jackie giggled. "She is, like, fantastic. She does those running aerials perfectly. She's a gymnast." I know," I said, smiling, not knowing exactly what an "aerial" was, but thinking it must be something great. "Camille figured that she'd be perfect. I had enough funds to order a carriage and secure the services of a footman called Jeffrey. He was a hulking brute with muscles of steel. It would certainly save a lot of wear and tear on my own knuckles to have this Neanderthal hulk as my servant. Of course, I took Drusilla and Hilda with me because I was uncertain of the availability of cunt in the new residence.Our journey took us past the terrible gibbets outside the castle with the hanging corpses of alleged criminals and possible witches.. That's it, slip your little feetinto them sweetie, bit of a squeeze but those stockings are so sheer,aren't they. There were go."Moira then delved back into the wardrobe and emerged with a deliciousfull slip, in shimmering blue taffeta."Hold onto my shoulders darling and step into this gorgeous underskirt.Slowly, very slowly, there we are, up your calves and thighs and up andover those bra straps. Perfect."The creeping sensation of the crisp taffeta sliding slowly up hisnylons and engulfing the. He sat watching the clothes tumble in the dryer and thought about what he wanted.What is it that she wants from me?“Ian, it’s Floyd Anderson,” the voice said when Ian answered his phone.“Hello, Mr. Anderson. Did I fail to complete the exit interview?” Ian asked. He couldn’t imagine why his former boss would be calling.“Let’s leave it at Floyd. We’ve been too formal for too long,” Anderson said. “How’s your vacation? Ready to get back to work?”“It’s been productive,” Ian hedged. He’d cleaned his.